where is the freedom to be innocent?

This stock photo child is so embarrassed.

This stock photo child is so embarrassed.

When I was in grade 2, I embarrassed myself beyond my own understanding.

At the beginning of the school year, we had a unique desk setup. Four desks put together like a square. Four students facing each other while the teacher hovers and talks around us.

With assigned seating like that it was also the first time I’ve ever sat close to a girl.

For weeks it was nothing special, school as normal. The square got along, and I was a model student. I paid more attention to the school work than other kids, just because I’m quiet. That’s how I roll. But then my subconscious had a hidden agenda. Continue reading